A child-free house. A night out. What could possibly go wrong?
Yes, you guessed it. DH is quiet, grumpy, and naturally doesn’t want to go out. I’m keeping quiet, being pleasant. Which is hard because I want to shout about how bloody unfair and annoying it is that instead of enjoying having time on our own, we’re not. I’m doing my thing (reading, cleaning) and he’s doing his (watching TV).
We just do not get any quality time at all because if the kids are away, he seems to be in a bad mood/depressed/whatever.
All those four-day weeks he worked, how many times did we go out together and do something? Twice, in about eight months.
He just will not, or cannot, make the effort for us. Not for me, for us, not when it comes to us doing something like go out.